I guess we have all heard about a film called War Horse, but for me it reminds me of my GreatGrandad (by the way, I was very fortunate to have known him up to my teen years). I really felt like sharing this with you as I've come across this photograph of him at the end of WWI photographed still in France before they came back.
(unfortunately I don't know the name of the horse)
a very proud and brave man but I think you will agree that his expression shows the strain of some of the things he must have seen. I do know that on one occasion some of the horses got loose and he went out 'under fire' and got them back. His Commanding Officer said he would get the highest military medal for that act, but sadly his CO was killed before he could make it official.
His love of horses had been with him from his boyhood years, born in Ireland and coming over to England at about the age of 12 he worked as a stable lad. This is how he met my Great Granny, Angelina Burrell, as he worked as stable lad to her family, they fell in love and the rest is history as they say. Great Grandad then got a job in racing yards. I know at one time they were in Cranbourne (that was in 1905 when my Gran with born) and then back to Sussex in 1910 and the Downs Stable yard in Findon where he was Head Lad. He was devoted to his family but also his horses which were so much a part of his life.